cycle
good night, yesterday
with your big words
and big eyes innocent
still pig-tailed, astonishable
vaguely convinced of things
in pretty language
vaguely lovelorn, perhaps
gauzily grounded
good morning, tomorrow
ripe with old unbirth
decided, uncertain
clear eyes clouded
for now
undecided, parsed and defined
goodbye, today
dissolved in doubt
schlumped in navel gazing
when flew the clouds
of morning?
where blazed the fiery grass?
what did you forget?
to remember, maybe
tomorrow
when this is yesterday
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littlepeace finds inspiration for her writing in nature, art and everyday life. her poetry reflects her fascination with the intersection of ancient and modern as well as her love of language and wordplay. her poems are often entirely in lowercase, her philosophy being that 'God is big and i am small, therefore i am lowercase.'
